They are jealous, too, of their territories, and extremely pugnacious, never permitting
a strange beaver to enter their premises, and often fighting with such virulence as almost to tear each other to pieces.
Desiree, the commissionaire, could not depart without permitting
her friend, Madame Savon, to feast her eyes on the treasure in her own hands.
Sometimes after having been roasted in the fire, the natives snatch it briskly from the embers, and permitting
it to slip out of the yielding rind into a vessel of cold water, stir up the mixture, which they call 'bo-a-sho'.
For example, although she knew that I was madly in love with her, she allowed me to speak to her of my passion (though she could not well have showed her contempt for me more than by permitting
me, unhindered and unrebuked, to mention to her my love).
I separated myself from that company, permitting
her to acquire merit by gifts.
I only learned that for at least five mixed reasons, none of which impressed me profoundly, Dona Rita had started at a moment's notice from Paris with nothing but a dressing-bag, and permitting
Rose to go and visit her aged parents for two days, and then follow her mistress.
Upon this point, however, I feel a degree of proud satisfaction in permitting
the reader to judge for himself.
What am I to suppose by your permitting
Tom, Dick, and Harry to strip me of my coffins, and my clothes, in this wretchedly cold climate?
When the men trailed into the presence of the ladies for that brief seance on which etiquette insisted before permitting
the stampede to the billiard-room, Elsa was not to be seen.
Yes, novels; for I will not adopt that ungenerous and impolitic custom so common with novel-writers, of degrading by their contemptuous censure the very performances, to the number of which they are themselves adding -- joining with their greatest enemies in bestowing the harshest epithets on such works, and scarcely ever permitting
them to be read by their own heroine, who, if she accidentally take up a novel, is sure to turn over its insipid pages with disgust.
I believe that you will see the wisdom of permitting
me to pass unmolested," I said, "for it would avail you nothing to die uselessly in the rocky bowels of Barsoom merely to protect a hereditary enemy, such as Thurid, Dator of the First Born.
I cannot take the chance of permitting
others to learn my identity.